"The Golden Ticket"

An allegoric poem about drugs and decisions

﻿I once was granted a golden ticket.

Not realizing the power of my possession,I did what it is I do,When I do:Chopped it up,Carefully,Nice and fine,Made it into a line(which actually smiled back at me).And i put it into my nose;And nonchalantly walked my road.

A trek over a rainbow;A hegira to hell.

A puddle pierced my path.

A one inch abyss,Reflecting the top of a tree in its echo.

From a still saturated leaf,From a branch far closer to heaven than I,Fell a single dropContaining complex insight.

The placidity of this puddle,Was uncouthly interrupted;Its sleek glass surface exploded,Spawning swells and surgesWhich enslaved the unperceived;Alien entities were manifested.

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